Her Black Heart (The Dark Amulet Series Book 2) by A.J. Norris Read Free Book Online Page A

have a hobby or something you could do?”
    “No. But I’m hoping to have a task assigned to me soon.”
    Thank God.
    Redeemer angels completed tasks for Deus, the Creator of All Life. They involved helping individuals overcome a crossroad in their lives. Amalya, Elliott, and Virgil were all Redeemers. Elliott had texted her several hours ago that he was finishing up his latest assignment and would be home this morning. She missed him.
    She shooed Virgil out of the kitchen again. When she went out into the living room he was sitting on the couch like he had a rod in his spine. Getting used to him sitting around staring at the walls was never going to happen.
    What in this realm is he doing?
    Amalya no longer inserted the word Hell into the rhetorical question. Hell wasn’t a place she intended to ever visit again. Ignoring him, she started straightening the magazines and fanning them out on the coffee table. Once she was satisfied, she picked up a pair of Elliott’s shoes and tossed them into the only bedroom, the one that she shared with her mate. And apparently, Virgil too now. The first time she’d woken up to Virgil in bed with them shocked her. She’d learned the boundaries of angels weren’t the same as humans, plus the male didn’t like to be alone. Ever. Since the first time he’d crawled into bed with them, Amalya slept in pajamas. Elliott didn’t even think the arrangement was odd. At least Virgil didn’t snore.
    She returned to the living room and looked at the coffee table. “That’s it. I need a break. Go stand in the hallway,” she told him, and pointed at the apartment door.
    “From what do you need a break?”
    “You.” She stood with her hands on her hips, her shiny black wings flaring. She motioned with her head at the table. The magazines she’d organized were stacked perfectly one and top of the other, not how she’d left them.
    He pursed his lips for a moment. The angel didn’t protest, he simply walked to the door.
    Seconds later Elliott appeared in front of her. A smile crept on her face. He opened his arms for her and she embraced him. His pure white wings folded around her. The feathers of their wings intertwined, and she caught the contrast out of the corner of her eye before she closed them. “You’re the smartest person I know. I missed you.”
    Elliott chuckled. “I love you too.” He rubbed circles on her lower back. She smoothed the underside of his feathers with the back of her hand. A purr started in his chest. “Did you want something?”
    “Yes, please.” She led him toward the bedroom with him following at her heels. His surrender suited her just fine.
    “Um…how come Virgil’s out in the hallway?” he asked.
    “Time out.”
    His rich baritone laughter filled her ears. “You’re bad.”
    “And he’s annoying, so I guess that makes us even.” She shut the bedroom door.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    FOURTEEN
     
     
    Aza’zel
     
    “Are you sure this is the place?” Aza asked Julia. His eyes roved the hallway of a rundown apartment building. The fuzz covering the floor was matted and smelled musty. Not quite like sweaty asshole, but close.
    “Yeah, Bryant lives here. Don’t ask me how I know this.” They rounded the corner, down another corridor of the “L” shaped complex. Aza spotted a brown-haired…holy shit, angel, with a short pointed beard and bulky muscles filling out his shirt. The demon’s eyes went round. Vibrant white wings rose above the male’s head. This wasn’t an angel he wanted to get into a scrum with. Aza reversed a couple of steps.
    “What are you doing?” Julia asked.
    “Look,” he whispered.
    “So? It’s just some guy standing in the—” her jaw dropped, “Wow, an angel.” She moved closer toward the white-winged seraph.
    “Julia? Julia!” Aza hissed but she either didn’t hear him or ignored him. He figured it was the latter and shook his head.
    Females.
    “You don’t look like a goat or a demon